Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
My cock—always half-hard in her presence—roars to life at the way she says that. For me. "I want to put my fingers on your cunt," I tell her, breath rapid. "I want to kiss you and touch you until you come. You can wear that while I do it."
Br'chit chuckles, and the sound is low and teasing. She holds a hand out for me, enticing me. "Come over here."
I do not need to be told twice. I practically trip over my own feet in my haste to get to her side. I put my hands on her waist, but she shakes her head and puts her hand on my shoulder, indicating I should lower myself to the furs. I do so, easing down to my knees. Immediately, I clutch her legs, pressing my mouth to her belly. "Let me tongue your cunt."
"Soon," Br'chit whispers, and touches her fingers to my chin again. "Lie back for me, love."
I growl, frustrated, even as I lower onto my back. I glare up at her, propped up on my elbows. "Only if you promise to sit on my face."
She sucks in a breath, her eyes going wide as she stares down at me. A little whimper escapes her. "Okay, your idea might be better than mine."
I run my hand up and down her bare thigh, petting her. My tail flicks against the furs, and I twine it around her ankle, desperate to own her, to claim her any way I can. "What was your idea?"
"I was going to kiss you all over," Br'chit says, leaning over me. Her mane tumbles around her face, a dark cloud obscuring her features as she leans in and brushes her lips against mine. "Kiss you all over and then maybe take you in my mouth again until you come…at least for the first time."
I like that idea, too. I slide my hand up under that fluffy little scrap of skirt and clench her rounded bottom. She fits into my palm perfectly, the rounded shape of her bottom so pleasurable to squeeze. "First time?"
She nods, her eyes wide as she gazes down at me. "And then the second time, I want you to come inside me."
I freeze, not entirely sure I heard her correctly. I look down at her clothing, at the slight tension on her face, at the searching expression in her gaze. She is looking to me to reassure her, I realize, because she is still afraid.
Afraid…but she wants me.
I am torn between grabbing her and hugging her to me, and kissing the breath out of her. My beautiful, perfect mate. I stroke her thighs with both my hands, massaging up and down her legs, my thumbs sliding along the insides of her thighs. "I think we will do my idea first," I tell her. "You straddle my face and rock against my mouth until you come, and then when you are soft and wet and ready, we will talk about the rest."
Br'chit whimpers, leaning over to kiss me. Her mouth is frantic on mine, and I let my thumbs graze all the way up her skirt. She wears nothing underneath, and her cunt is already warm and inviting…but not slick. She is too nervous for slick.
Nothing else is going to happen until she is a waterfall, I vow silently.
"I want us to do this," she whispers against my mouth between kisses. "I need you, A'tam. I just…I don't know…"
"Shhh," I murmur. I kiss her back, rubbing my hands over her skin again and again. If I could swallow her fears inside my mouth, I would. All I can do is kiss her and offer gentle words of affection. And touching. Lots of touching. "There is no rush, my fierce little kaari. If you are not ready for tonight, then we do not do it tonight."
"But I know you want more—"
"And I told you I am willing to wait." I pull my hands out from under her skirt and wrap my arms around her waist. This time, I pull her against me and roll our twined bodies until she is under me on the furs. Br'chit relaxes a little at that, watching me, and I lean in for another kiss. "I would much rather taste my mate all over and make her come and listen to her cries of pleasure than watch you with fear in your eyes, my heart."
"I'm really trying to be brave, as stupid as that sounds." Her voice is low and shaky.
"I know. And I am not asking for more." I stroke my hand through her hair, petting her. "I do not like the fear in your eyes, Br'chit. Let me make your body feel good. Nothing more needs to happen."
Her lower lip trembles as she gazes up at me. "I love you, A'tam. You're so good to me."